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<h1>Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night</h1>
<h2>by Dylan Thomas</h2>
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<li>Do not go gentle into that good night,</li>
<li>Old age should burn and rave at close of day;</li>
<li>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</li>
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<li>Though wise men at their end know dark is right,</li>
<li>Because their words had forked no lightning they</li>
<li>Do not go gentle into that good night.</li>
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<li>Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright</li>
<li>Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,</li>
<li>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</li>
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<li>Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,</li>
<li>And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,</li>
<li>Do not go gentle into that good night.</li>
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<li>Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight</li>
<li>Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,</li>
<li>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</li>
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<li>And you, my father, there on the sad height,</li>
<li>Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.</li>
<li>Do not go gentle into that good night.</li>
<li>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</li>
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